High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits, with the other angels he will not play, but he sits alone at the gates. "For I know my master will come" says he, "and when he comes he will call for me".
Do not mourn my passing for if you could only see, by slipping all my earthly bonds I´m young again and free. By day I run the heavenly fields, my body healthy and strong. At night I sleep at Angel´s feet, fulled by celestial song. So do not mourn my passing, just close your eyes - you`II see, I´m once again that frisky pup just as you remember me.
Your favourite chair is vacant now, no eager sounds to greet me. No softly padded paws to run, ecstatically to meet me. No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry will say it´s time for feeding. I´ve put away your bowl and all, the things you won´t be needing. But I will miss you little friend, for I could never measure the happiness you brought me, the comfort and the pleasure. And since God put you here to share in earthly joy and sorrow, I´m sure there´II be a place for you in heaven´s bright tomorrow.